Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.